Black Feather

The male peregrine falcon soars in, low to the ground. He lands half a mile away from the den site, and watches the wolves with his keen eyes. He missed his friends, terribly, and hadn't seen him since the blizzard. These wolves reminded him of his friends, so he stayed to watch them. He hadn't noticed Pirqua.

Pirqua

She was perched near the den, and her eyes swept over the land, and finaly came to rest on Black Feather! She remembered him from their last meeting, and she wasn't too fond of him, but still...

Pirqua leapt into the air, flapping her wings swiftly to gain hight. Soon, she was directly over Black Feather. Being a female, she was three times his size. The falcon gives a sharp cry, awaiting his response.

Black Feather

The teircel flattens his feathers at first, then lifts his head up with interest. He was glad that at least she wasn't attacking him.

Black Feather gave a sharp cry in reply, then sprung from his perch and glided very low over the ground. He flew in a half circle, then spiraled up into the sky with a few careless flaps of his wings. Soon he soard well over Pirqua, then tunred away and flew out of site.